Drinking Time – R.W.

The first time
In a long time
Physically
Emotionally
I’ve been free
Even to sit
Have a pint in the sun
With my friend
That 5 minutes
Half an hour
To ourselves
Where I’m neither working
Nor sleeping
Time to enjoy
Time to be happy
Me Time 

Rest Days – R.W.

Sitting on day 8 of 9
Of this work week
Reminds me of a friend of mine
Ex colleague
From another industry
In another time
He said to me
Legally its a day off every 11 days
And boy do you get to know it here
A long way feels longer
The closer to the end you get
For the days off
To not quite be long enough
To rest recover
And for things for yourself 

Working – R.W.

On the wrong side of 6am
No longer running on sleep
Or energy
But will power alone
Driving into work
As the sun rises through mist
Sleep in the eyes of a city
Yet to wake up
Not quite rubbed out into daylight 

The First Day – R.W.

Today was the first day
A day that never gets easier
Filled with the unknown
Taking a step forwards
And leaving the past behind

This first day
I’ve done 3 times this past year
Each time paired with a closing
A finish
Packing up my work
Preparing it to lay dormant
For some months again
Until I can return to it
On that first day
The first of many
A hopeful future broods

Toddler – R.W.

Do you remember me?
With your big blue eyes
And scruffy tufts of hair
Bigger now than last I saw you
At only a few weeks old
Now you’ve caught curiosity
And take it with you every where you go
Do you remember me?
I held you when you were small
Cradled you in my arms
And told you how much I’d love you
Do you remember me?
That person who didn’t stick around
When they really should have

Cloud – R.W.

Do you know
How soft I feel
Gentle and warm
Wrapped in a cloud
Except not a cloud
This is much cosier than a cloud
Pyjamas and blanket soft on my skin
Fresh out the shower
After the longest of weeks
The softeness a cloud
Could only dream of
Of the content I feel right now
As I dose watching the sun dance
Outside my window

Staffing Crisis – R.W.

Scrolling but not reading
As job ads sail past
Ships unsuited to your crew
A while now we’ve been stuck at sea
Unmoored in a vast ocean of change
After campaigns to retrain
To a more sustainable career
Theres still a need for the old ways
Sails to be hoisted
And decks to be scrubbed
Maybe not the career of a pandemic
But a key worker none the less
An employment crisis
Where the assumption is
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Yet the harsh reality
Is we’ve over fished
To near extinction
With prices too dear to obtain
The few that chose to remain 

Bank Holiday – R.W.

My thoughts on the way into work
On the last day of the Bank Holiday
Flits between how good this ones been
Problem free
And how nice it must be
To be one of those
Only entitled to 25 days holiday
As you’re garunteed to have every one off
My 40 something hours
In the last 4 days alone
Mean this week
I’ve worked a full time job twice
Across the 7 days
Not once sitting out in the sun
Or brunching,  prosseco in hand
Here’s to those that don’t rest
Over the Bank Holidays
Celebrated by everyone else
Heres to those who keep us running
Sacrificing time for themselves

Today – R.W.

Today today today
A rest after
A week
Not a week by your measure
But a week by mine
9 days work
Two back to back
Days off at polar ends
Of a spectrum
Of manual labour
Today is today
Is the day to get stuff done
Wash my hair
Shave my legs
Today is a plant watering
Fish tank cleaning
Basic maintenance
Bumble about the house day
Today is today